In March of 2020, My wife Tabatha & I along with our 3 children moved to Harvest. With our 4th child expected to make an entrance into the world in only a few short days, Tabbie & I hurried to prepare for the warm embrace of our new bundle of joy and the sleepless nights that would accompany the change… little did we know that his entrance would require more from us than we could imagine.

On March 17, 2020, Tabbie went into labor and was scheduled to deliver in Grapevine Texas through a home birth process. As the evening and morning progressed, the midwives recommended that we go to the hospital to help with the process. Upon arrival, we were met with a team of nurses and doctors who are going to help everything along, after a few hours at the hospital the lead doctors said something was wrong and we needed to go into surgery. No one really seemed concerned just that something needed to happen for us to be able to have him come into the world and what we were doing wasn’t working.

In the moments up to his delivery, everything was fine. My wife was a little out of it but overwhelmingly happy to be seeing things coming to an end. Once my son was delivered they showed him to us and we had a moment to snap a few pictures before things turned bad. I was quickly rushed out of the operating room and as I turned to look at one more time at my wife, I saw her complexion turn the color I was not used to seeing.

Once I got into the next room, they explained to me that there was an issue and that I needed to hold tight. I heard people running from every direction around me into the room where my wife was being worked on. I’m not accustomed to hospitals but what I know from my little experience and from TV is that people running in the hospital isn’t good.

My wife lost 88% of her blood on the operating table. Only by the grace of God was she able to survive and I’m thankful to report that she is on and percent healed and my son is coming up on his second birthday celebration.

After his birth, we spent five days in the hospital where she could recover and we could have help with him. When we returned home, we were met with amazing community support. The people of harvest, who did not know us, dropped off food, gift cards, and even some toys to help with our transition home. Now I have to give special thanks to my sister-in-law who lives in our neighborhood and helped to organize the support but I also have to recognize those who are willing to do something for a family that they didn’t know. That’s the community that I want to serve, the community that’s willing to step up when others need help, the community that took time out of their day to support my family when I needed help the most.

This little slice of Texas is my home, not because I was born here but it’s because this is where my heart is.